Stories Horror Novels & Stories

Usually, in a horror movie, the main character is the primary target of all the terrifying events that propel the story. In most cases, the main character survives or narrowly escapes but might end up being mentally deranged and damaged as a result of the horrifying, blood-curling events of the story. But in a few cases, the main character dies... And those few cases are not far-fetched, in fact, the possibility is extremely high. Now, which category does she fall under? A cold shiver ran down her spine as her mind settled for the latter. She shrugged it off and drew in several deep breaths to tamp down her frantic breathing.

Psycho is where it started, where the slasher genre itself started, and where this article has to end as well, she typed. As she saved the full draft, a familiar message tone chimed from her chat application. She smiled, knowing who waited on the other side of the conversation, the same as every other night. Oliver: What is the horror movie tonight? Sidney: How do you know I’m watching a horror movie, stalker? Oliver: You watch horror every night. Besides, I hacked your webcam. Sidney: LOL! Like what you see? Oliver: Always, beautiful. Sidney smiled and bit her index finger between her teeth.

he asked, slipping his hand into his pocket. "How would I know?" she asked, rolling her eyes and moving at a leisurely pace. "We're going to the cinema to watch a horror movie," he grinned. "What's a horror movie?" she asked, genuinely clueless. "A horror movie is like a scary movie. It'll make you feel all sorts of emotions like fear, curiosity, and so on," he explained with a smirk. "And why do you want to watch it with me?" she asked, scrutinizing him. "I enjoy watching horror movies, but no one wants to watch them with me. I would've taken you to my house instead, but we're just getting to know each other," he said, locking eyes with her.

Her legs started trembling as memories of the previous movie started surfacing in her head. Once she had gone to a cinema to watch a horror movie. The movie was so scary that she couldn't bring herself to finish watching. She was so terrified by the movie so much that she had to close her eyes and stuff her ears with an ear piece during the entire movie. When she raised her head to the end of the show, she saw creepy, crawling things with scary background being dismembered in the dark with blood spilling out and spooky music playing in the background. Even the slightest touch frightened her. This became her ultimate fear, both existentially and psychologically.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

The sight before me sends a chill down my spine, making me realize the depth of darkness that lies within someone I had thought I knew. My heart clenches in my chest as one of Alex's men opens the wine barrel, revealing a sight so horrific that it freezes me in place. Inside the barrel lies the lifeless body of a man, drained of blood, his pale and empty eyes staring into nothingness. The scene before me is overwhelming and shocking. I can't believe what I am witnessing. Just moments ago, I was watching a horror movie with my stepbrother and his girlfriend, thinking it was all make-believe. Now, the reality of the situation is sinking in, and it's too much for me to process. The boundary bet

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

"I'm sorry, I thought anything was okay with you." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah ... I was just really surprised." "But you're not scared?" He asked playfully. "I'm not! I was really surprised ..." I defended. "If you say so ... then, okay." He answered and looked back at the TV. I'm not really totally afraid of horror films, I actually love it. The case is I do not like the shocked, as if I will have a heart attack. we just kept watching, I didn't even move my drink too much and it got cold. How come every time I drink there are shocking scenes and I just close my eyes, Kalex did nothing but laugh at me.